I am awake at this hour because Buzz is not having an easy time recovering from surgery. Tonight he had an accident while he slept. I just got done cleaning up the dog and throwing bedding in the wash.

I feel SO BAD looking/listening to him. He feels like crap and it's obvious. All last night his stomach was gurgling something crazy, he pooped 3+ times outside and apparently still had more in him.

Poor Buzz, poor Tim (he's been really understanding), and I am full of woe over having to get up at 3am to clean up the dog and his bed and find alternatives while the wash runs. Mrrrrrg.

He had two teeth extracted and two lumps removed. I know he's recovering slower because he's older but this is killing me.

We went outside at least another three times before 8:30am. It got to the point that I just put him outside and watched from the door. He isn't having diarrhea but he isn't feeling well either. I just fed him a tiny amount of food to take his meds in so we'll see how he feels in an hour or so.

You are the whisper in the wind, and the silence in dark.
You are the autumn rain, and the spring flowers.
You are the joy when I laugh, and the sorrow when I cry.
You are the earth beneath my feet, and the air in the skyBut most of all, you are my heart. Run free, Beautiful Girl.